Chapter 1868: Tough Words, But Actually Heartbroken and Hospitalized

Zichen didn't even glance at the money on the table.

He proposed another solution: "If Li Xueer comes to work as a chef for me, her wages for a few months will be enough to cover this money. You should consider it."

"Of course, it would be even better if you, Old Mister Li, could come work for me too. I have a bigger platform and broader room for development here; why can't you consider it?"

"If you bring your skills here, you won't have to endure the smoke and fire outside, and you'll get better pay. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?"

Sheng Zichen had already shown the utmost sincerity, but he was still rejected.

"No need. I've left the money here for you anyway, we're leaving."

Lao Litou was very stubborn; once he made up his mind about something, he wouldn't change it.

The father and daughter left without looking back.

But upon returning home, Lao Litou sighed and groaned, blaming himself endlessly.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't been so impulsive, I wouldn't have lost your dowry!"

Don't let his outward appearance fool you; even though he pretended like nothing was wrong when he handed the money over, he was actually heartbroken.

The old man had been stubborn his whole life and would never bow his head, but that didn't mean he didn't feel the pain.

He went to sleep without eating dinner and developed a high fever in the middle of the night. When Li Xue got up in the morning, she found her father's forehead burning hot and his gait unsteady, yet he still wanted to go out and set up his stall.

"No way. How can you set up a stall in this state? I'm taking you to the hospital."

"I'm not going. The hospital is too expensive. Just find me two fever-reducing pills; I'll be fine once I take them."

The medicine was found, and Li Xueer poured a glass of warm water for her father. However, he didn't get better after taking the medicine; he only felt his headache worsening. Lao Litou barely managed to walk to the door before he couldn't hold on any longer, collapsed to the floor, and fainted.

Li Xueer was so panicked she lost her head. She wanted to call 120, but for some reason, the call went through to Sheng Zichen: "Hello, 120? My father has fainted..."

Sheng Zichen arrived even earlier than the 120 ambulance.

Li Xue was stunned when she saw him: "Why are you here?"

"How is your father? Has the 120 arrived yet?" Zichen didn't answer her question, but instead began helping her prepare things.

"He's been unconscious, and no matter how I call him, he won't wake up. He just took fever-reducing pills, what should I do?" Li Xue was incoherent, so anxious she could only cry.

When Zichen was in school, he had learned some simple first-aid knowledge.

He lifted Lao Litou's eyelids to take a look, then placed his hand on his pulse. Although the pulse was weak and not very regular, there was no immediate danger to his life.

There was no expression of extreme pain on his face, he hadn't complained of a headache before this, and there was no vomiting, so he could basically rule out a brain hemorrhage or a heart attack.

However, his face was flushed; while this could be caused by a fever, there was another possibility—high blood pressure!

"Does your father usually have high blood pressure? Has he taken any blood pressure medication?"

Zichen wasn't a doctor, but he knew the common sense that elderly people are prone to high blood pressure when they get anxious or angry.

"I don't know. We don't have a blood pressure monitor at home, and my father never checks it..."

Sheng Zichen:...

He comforted Li Xueer: "It's okay. I analyze that he just fainted from a temporary surge of anger. He'll be fine soon. Stop crying; crying won't help anything."

Although Li Xueer was incredibly skilled with a kitchen knife, she didn't have much experience in other areas.

Now, she believed whatever Zichen said. With Zichen there, she felt like she had a backbone, and her emotions calmed down significantly.

"Thank you..."

The ambulance finally arrived.

The reason it was late was that the address in this area was chaotic, with house numbers, groups, and committees all mixed together; it was hard for anyone who wasn't a local to find it.

Furthermore, the vehicle couldn't drive in at all and had to stop by the side of the road.

Thanks to Zichen bringing people with him, the people he brought were guarding the street corner and led the ambulance over as soon as they saw it. Lao Litou was lifted onto a stretcher and sent to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital and the person was sent into the emergency room, Li Xueer was stopped by the people from the ambulance.

The ambulance had to be paid for, and the hospital had to be paid as well.

She had been so anxious at home that she had actually forgotten to bring money.

Zichen gave his subordinate a look, and the Assistant hurried to pay the ambulance fee. After Lao Litou underwent a series of examinations, he was arranged to be admitted to a Hospital Ward for an IV drip.

The doctor's examination results were about the same as what Zichen had said: it was just a case of being overwhelmed by anxiety and anger, and because he was old, he couldn't handle it, which was why he fainted.

As long as the fever broke, he would be fine.

Plus, he also had high blood pressure.

Li Xueer and Zichen were mistaken for a couple, and the doctor scolded them: "You youngsters are the same; don't you know he usually has high blood pressure?"

"This time was very dangerous; he was just a hair's breadth away from a brain hemorrhage. You must ensure he takes his blood pressure medication on time in the future."

After the doctor left, Li Xueer apologized: "I'm sorry, I caused you to be scolded along with me..."

"It's fine, it was just a misunderstanding."

Zichen smiled: "Actually, it's not unfair for me to be scolded. Your father being hospitalized is partly my responsibility. If you hadn't been paying me for the car, he wouldn't have ended up like this!"

Li Xue: "My dad chopped the car, so we should compensate you. It's only right..."

As the two chatted, they realized the sky was beginning to brighten.

Li Xue said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I've caused you to not sleep well for two nights. Everything is fine now, you should go back. I will pay you back for the hospital fees."

Zichen didn't answer and stood up to leave.

But not long after, he returned, carrying milk and steamed buns.

"Eat something. You still have to take care of your father; don't wear yourself out."

"Thank you."

Li Xueer took out a small notebook, wrote down the milk and buns, and asked: "How much? I'll pay you back for everything at once."

Zichen:...

He said: "Wait until your dad is discharged, and pay me back with fried cornmeal buns and seafood porridge."

Lao Litou's illness came on fiercely; he lay in the hospital for three days without waking up.

Li Xueer stayed by the hospital bed day and night without ever taking off her clothes, but relying on just one person to endure it was simply impossible; even a person made of iron couldn't hold up.

Zichen came every day, wanting to take shifts with her to look after Lao Litou.

Li Xueer disagreed: "No, my dad is very stubborn; if he wakes up and sees you, he'll start a fight again."

Zichen laughed: "If he has the strength to hit me, it means there's nothing wrong with his body; let him hit me if he wants, I don't care."

But Li Xueer was unwilling to leave; she was worried and insisted on staying at the hospital.

Zichen pulled some strings to change Lao Litou's Hospital Ward to a private room, which also had a companion bed next to it, making it convenient for family members to rest while providing care.

During this time, he told Li Xueer: "He actually went through insurance for the car repair costs, and it was paid by the insurance company; they didn't need to pay that four hundred thousand at all."

Originally, he had intended to return the money to them in a couple of days, but before he could send it, the old man got sick from anxiety and ended up in the hospital, so he felt he had a responsibility for his illness and was willing to bear that responsibility.

Li Xueer asked him why it was such a coincidence that he went to her house?

Zichen said: "You'll know if you check your phone's call history."

She opened her phone's call history and her face instantly turned bright red!

Heaven knows she had clearly intended to dial 120 at the time, so how did it end up calling his number instead?

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